Fairytales

" The Fairytale is long over.
But, will the friendship last past the summer? "

The hovering taste of summer carresses the eager gaze of young hearts.

It seems as if nothing can come between them and their much-awaited

piece of carefree haven. But, even then, only the naive say that the future

remains as bright as it twas'.

Whether it is by you're own personal chord or the hand of ominous fate, no

one, not even the rich or the momentary spoiled, can assume that they're

the undoubted epitome of human perfection. I suppose you could say that

it was by mere luck; being born into a world revolving comfort, money and

expensed talent. They think they are better than the rest. Or rather, the

best among most.